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THE SUNNY SOUTH. ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 17, 1887,
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HOMELESS THOUGH AT HOME;
The Story of a Woman's Life.
BY BELLA FRENCH SWISHER.
CHAPTER XI.—Continued.
Mrs. Austin, who had not attended the wed
ding ceremony, met them at the door. She
was a slim, peaked-faced woman with cold
blue eyes, and light brown hair, combed
smoothly back from a low retreating brow.
“Why, Harry,” she exclaimed, “you did
not tell me that you were going to marry the
whole family!”
Mrs. Brignt reddened, Martha turned pale,
and Harry stammered an apology which oniy
made the matter worse. But the whole party
followed Mrs. Austin to the parlor. Tnen a
foreboding sillness fell on the group.
Presently Harry excused himself and went
out, his sister followed him.
“A nice house!” commented Mrs. Bright
addressing her daughter. “Yon must fix me
up a good room. I think I should like this
parlor bed room.”
“I am afraid, mother, that you will get no
room at all,” returned the bride very sadly.
“Why so, pray? Would you tnrn your own
mother out of doors?” asked the other haughti
ly- „
“I shall have no voice in the matter.
“But you must. I have toiled for you, and
now it is only right that you give me shelter
for my remaining days. They won’t be many
any how.”
“I fear Harry is so very penurious, that he
will think you a burden. I fear that he will not
let you live here.”
“He will let me live here, if you say so.
Just assert your rights. Tell him that you
will have your mother with you Don’t let
him trample on you! Don’t oe a slave!”
“Since I have sold myself, I can look for
nothing but slavery,” the daughter answered
sadly. “I should have asserted my rights
sooner; then I had not married him. Oh!
wbat a fool I was!”
“Dinner is ready!” said Harry looking into
the room. “Maggie has just got a cold, bite.
Nothing worth the trouble of coming after.
She didn’t expect visitors.”
He frowned on Mrs. Bright while he spoke
aBd offered his arm to his bride.
Martha felt a deathly sickness stealing over
her as she arose to accompany him to the din
ing room. Involuntarily she closed her eyes;
but a cold pale face fitted before her and a
pair of voiceless lips seemed whisper
“It might have Deen.”
Then there was a strange whizzing in her
ears and everythii g grew indistinct, dark, and
faded entirely away.
Harry took the insensible girl in his arms
and laid her on the sofa. But no look of pity
softened his features; instead a dark frown
rested thereon.
“I supposed, madam,” he said, addressing
himself to Mrs. Bright, "that your daughter
was healthy.”
Mrs. Bright shook her head.
“Martha was never a very strong child,” she
returned. “But she a’n’t apt to faint. I guess
you have about scared the senses out of her,
poor thing!"
“Thank you for the compliment!” said Har
ry stiffly.
“I can’t say as I mean’tit for a compliment.
The child isn’t used to having her own mother
slighted. She is a very affectionate child.”
“Too much so I should judge,” with an
ironical toss of the head. “I shall try to make
a woman out of her. Ah! she opens her eyes.”
He had pushed the mother aside and was
bathing the girl’s head with his own hands,
intending thus to show the former that the
pale creature before him, was his own property,
upon whom she had no longer the slightest
claim.
“She needs a different training,” he went
on to say. “She has no idea of propriety at
all—no self respect. My sister and I, when
we get her alone, will give her a few lessons
which will be beneficial; and we will brook no
interference.”
Mrs. Bright’s castles in the air began to
crumble to pieces. Could it be possible that
this cold, worldly man was the smiling youth
who had so often called her “mother” in days
past? It did not seem possible; yet there he
stood, in appearance the same, and. eh! misery,
the owner of her child.
That was a dreary afternoon to all parties.
Mrs. Brght. determined to stay until evening,
in spite of Harry’s coldness and Mrs. Austin’s
frowns, aud Martha was dreading the time
when she should be left alone with her hus
band and sister. The girl had never had much
affection for her mother, but when the parting
came she clung to her as to her last earthly
friend.
“I will come and see you all to-morrow,” she
whispered, and kissed them all around for the
first time in many long months.
“Bring us something good to eat,” said
James under breath, “you are married now
and ought to give as a good time.”
Martha nodded her head, but made no
audible reply. Then the trio left the house,
and the bride was alone to do the great battle
of life, with a dim foreboding of what a dread
ful fight it would be.
During the evening, Harry tried to be kind,
but he and his sister gave the young girl so
many lessons in propriety that the latter was
in tears before the hour of retiring came. Poor
thing! too late she realized that the school
room and a play-house were the places for her,
and not a husband’s heart and home.
“I shall expect,” said Harry to her the next
morning after her marriage, “that you render
up strict account of your time every day to
me. As you are very young, I shall deem it
necessary to watch over your goings and com
ings, and see that your associates are the pro
per ones. My yonng wife shall not be conta
minated by bad society.”
Martha looked up into her master’s face and
tears trembled on her eyelashes.
“Can 1 go to see mother to day?,’ she asked
in a faltering tone.
“I think not; you should be willing to spend
your first day at home.”
“But I promised to go.”
“You should not have promised such a thing
without consulting me. I do not think that it
is best for you to go to-day, and you will dis
please me, if you disobey.”
“When may I go?” she asked faintly.
“To-morrow, perhaps, if the day is pleasant.
It looks now as if we would have rain soon.”
“O, I am not afraid of rain!” exclaimed Mar
tha.
“Perhaps not,” coldly, “but I am afraid of
having you sick on my hands. I shall deem it
my duty r to take care of you, my dear. Good
morning.”
He kissed her in a business-like manner;
then he went out to attend to the affairs of the
day, leaving her alone with his sister.
A few minutes alter his departure, Mrs.
Austin addressed herself to the young wife in
anything but a pleasant tone:
“This is wash day with me, and it is high
time the breakfast dishes were washed. The j
dish-washing will be your business hereafter, j
I don’t intend to work myself to death for any J
young chit of a girl, if she is my brother’s j
wife.”
With a half suppressed sob, Martha com
menced cleaning away the dishes. She was
willing enough to wash them, but she did not
like any one to speak so harshly to her. They
were all clean, at last; and then the girl turned
to her sister in-law, aud inquired whether there
was anything more for her to do.
“To do!” echoed Mrs. Austin, “I should !
think there was. We haven’t washed these ;
three weeks, and we have got a full hundred
pieces of clothes to wash, besides doing the 1
chamber work, making bread and getting ready |
for dinner. You can just dy about, I can tell |
you. There is a whole chest of sewing to do, j
and no end of mending. I hope you are a j
good sewer. You are a wife now, and must |
learn to labor. You will find a difference, I j
can tell you. Yon will have to get up early
and work late, for Harry isn’t able to keep you
in idleness.”
“Come to think of it,” she continued, “we
have about sixty yards of rag carpet to make,
and five quilts to quilt, and we are needing
them amazing bad, too. Oh! you needn’t look
so horror-struck. You will ^tind that it isn’t
such a funny thing to be a married woman.
Wait till you get two or three babies, and I am
gone; then you will see where the fun comes
in.”
Very dimly did Martha begin to realize the
truth of Mrs. Austin’s words; and her little
weak heart stood almost still within her bosom
She had thought her life at home a hard one,
and had longed for marriage that she might be
freed from it. Now she found that she had
only bound herself to a more dee -ading slav-
e v. Aud she was so young, so inexperienced!
Martha went to work, determined to do her
best, but in Mrs. Austin’s opinion she did not
accomplish much. All day she thought of the
folks at home, wondering if there were much
disappointed at her non appearance, and long
ing so much to go to them, yet not daring to
do so. In the afternoon, she had bread and
pies to bake. She thought she would make a
very nice pie for the children, and said as much
to Mrs. Austin, who returned stiffly that Harry
would have his hands full supporting one
family let alone two. This hurt the young
wife so much that she gave up baking the
extra pie, thinking that instead she would ask
Harry for fifteen cents in the morning, and
purchase one at the baker’s for the children.
It was very late that night when she went
! to bed. There were so many thingB to do,
that Mrs. Austin declared must be done, and
I the wee small hours came before the two
I weary women were ready to retire. Never be-
J fore had the young wife felt the need of rest so
much; but eyes, head, heart and limbs ached
j so that she could not go to sleep, when at last
the opportunity presented itself. She lay
awake until nearly morning, and was just
falling to sleep when Mrs. Austin called for
her to arise and help get the breakfast.
The day was clear. That wa3 one good
thing. Perhaps she might visit her mother.
That was all the hope she had.
After breakfast she went to her husband,
and asked in a timid manner if she might go
home that day.
“Home!” he repeated “where is your home
if not with your husband?"
“I meant mother's,” shestammered, a guilty
flush stealing over her face. “I am used to
calling that home.”
“Was you not complaining ef being tired
last night? I think it is best that you should
not be running about to-day. You will be
sick, first I know.”
Martha began to cry. She had lived through
one day hoping for the next; now again to be
disappointed. It was too bad.
“You are an ungrateful girl!” said Harry
angrily; and then he went away without even
kissing her good morning.
His displeasure hurt the young wife’s feel
ings so much that she had a long cry spell. It
was hard enough not to be allowed to go home,
but her husband’s angry was something more
to endure. What a long dreary day followed.
Mrs. Austin was more than usually cross, and
everything that Martha did was wrong. YVhen
night came the poor girl really wished that it
might prove the night of death to her, so
weary already was she of life. But Harry
came home in a very good humor, and told
her that, seeing she had minded so well, she
might go to her mother’s in the morning.
This was good news of course to her. But the
money for the pie troubled her still. She tried
to summon courage to ask him for it, but fail
ed to do so until he was just leaving the house
the next morning.
“Will you give me fifteen cents, Harry’”
she asked with sudden desperation as he was
passing out of the door.
“Fifteen cents!” he repeated, “what do you
want fifteen cents for?”
She nesitated before she replied. She could
not tell him about the pie. Ob! no. But she
must answer, for his suspicious eyes were on
her.
“I want to get a spool of silk to mend my
green dress with,” she replied, blushing at the
untruth.
“I thought stlk was only ten cents a spool.”
he commented, but he gave it to her.
Then he went away and Martha began her
work with a feeling of guilt hanging over her.
He had driven her into sin, but nevertheless
Bhe felt its weight upon her. Little did she
realize to what that wrong step would lead.
CHAPTER XII.
“We can die but once.”—0, were it true,
Gleeful the poet’s rhymes;
But the pangs of death life can renew.
Till we die a thousand times!
As soon as the morning’s work was done
up, Martha commenced getting ready for the
visit. Meanwhile Mrs. Austin was heating
the flat irons, calculating that the young wife
should do her share of the ironing.
“Why, where are you going?” she asked,
when Martha came into the kitchen all ready
for her departure.
“Harry said that I might go to see mother
to-day,” answered the other in a trembling
tone.
“Did you tell him how much ironing we had
on hand to do?” frowning darkly on her
“No. I didn’t think of the ironing,” she
stammered. “But I will help when I come
back, Mother and the children want to see
me so much, and I must go; but I won’t stay
long.”
“If you can’t help with the ironing now,
you need not do it at all. The irons are hot
and I am not going to have wood burned out
in waste, just to humor your whims, I must
tend to my brother’s interests.”
Wi'h a sigh of regret, Martha laid aside her
wrappings. She comprehended now that no
wish of hers was to be considered for a mo
ment with either her husband or his sister, and
her heart began to rebel. But she said noth
ing. She only went to work with feverish
haste, determined to see her mother before
night, if such a thing was possible. But,
though her hands flew all the long day as they
had never done before, it was three in the
afternoon when the last shirt was ironed and
put away, aDd she was free to leave the house.
“I want you back at five to help me get
supper,” said Mrs. Austin, when Martha again
began to robe herself for a departure.
The young wife made no reply; but she con
cluded inwardly that Mrs. Austin could get the
supper or it would not begot at all. A few
minutes later, she was on her way toward her
childhood’s home. As she had intended, she
stopped at the bakery to purchase a pie. They
were not nice ones like she wanted to get.
The baker had none excepting some made of
dried blackberries, and as she could do no bet
ter she took one of those. As she had half ex
pected, she found her relatives greatly incens
ed at her neglect, or rather what they consider
ed to be her neglect of them.
“I wouldn’t have come at all, if I had wait
ed this long,” said her mother, turning from
her with an angry frown on her face. “It
snows plainly what you think of us.”
“I came as soon as I could,” returned Mar
tha, trying to choke back the tears which
would come in spite of her efforts to be cilm.
"A pretty story to tell!”retorted Mrs. Bright,
“A bride of three day’s isn’t very likely to be
so over-run with work that she cannot even
call on her mother. It is pure meanness—
nothing else.”
Martha began to grow angry.
“Mother,” she said, “when you married me
to Harry Mann, you placed me under a stern,
unrelenting master.”
“X married you to Harry Mann?” repeated
the other. “You married yourself, if I re
member right, and I think I do. You were
always crazy to get married.”
Martha felt a cold, wicked feeling stealing
over her. She had intended to make her
mother a confidant and advise with her con
cerning her future course. Now, she would
not do so. She would walk her way alone;
she would fight her own battle without assis
tance. If she had ever hoped for love or sym
pathy she knew that she had hoped in vain.
She, who could love so well, to whom love
would be the greatest blessing that a kind
Heaven could bestow, must walk ter way alone
without one cheering voice to whisper words of
consolation to her.
“Did you bring us anything good?” asked
James, sia.ing up o her. “If you didn't, I
don’t care anything about seeing you.”
“If I had known that I would not have
troubled myself to come,” angrily responded
Martha, whose powers of endurance were
atout exhausted.
“1 guess you didn’t put yourself to much
trouble,” retorted her mother.
“Let me see what you have got;” cried May.
Martha handed her the pie.
“What kind of a pie is it?” asked James.
“Dried blackberries,” she answered.
“Pshaw! why didn’t you bring a nice one?”
he asked with apparent disappointment. “I
thought we was to have a nice time when you
got married.”
“She is one of the selfish sort who cares for
nobody except herself,” commented Mrs.
Bright,whom Martha’s sudden moroseness an
ger d considerably.
“I have cared very little for myself in the
past,” said the girl coldly, “but in the future I
shall. Good bye.”
“Why, you are not going?” exclaimed all
three in a breath.
“Yes, I have got the supper to get.”
“Well did I ever,” cried Mrs. Bright. “Just
come and won’t stay a minute. Was there
ever such an undutiful child!"
“Perhaps not;” said Martha. And she went
out, caring little whether she ever saw any of
her folks again or not.
But she did not go directly home. She took
the worn path which she had so often travers
ed in days gone by, and in a short time stood
beside the brook, where she had passed the
sweetest and also the bitterest moments of her
life.
Dropping upon the old log, where she had
so often sat, she covered her face with her
hands and began to cry hysterically. Mis
judged, misunderstood by all! Oh! it was
dreadful.
“I wish I might remain here always and
weep my life away!” she wailed. “Oh! I must
die! I cannot live this way!”
What a dreadful battle that was with self!
“I will try,” she said, "to crush out this
child-'sh heart of mine, and become a cold
proud woman of the world. I have talents; I
will live for self and for fame.”
Pride had come to her aid. There is noth
ing like it to give ns strength. She arose to
her feet now and stood erect. She fell almost
happy iu her new resolve. “I will no longer
be a slave,” she cried. “I will work myeelf
up to something higher and better, if I walk
through blood. Since the love and beauty of
this life are denied me, I will sacrifise every
thing to ambition. The world shall own me
as one of its great woman.”
It was a strange speech for a poor, unedu
cated, unloving wife to make. She knew not
how she should accomplish this end; she felt
sure that it must come. But the first thing to
be thought of was an education. She could
do nothing without one.
She sat down again and tried to form some
plan of action, but the plans were all vague
and indistinct.
I5y and by, the twilight shadows began to
deepen and she knew that it was time that
she was at home.
It was with a sigh that she arose and turned
her face thitherward.
She found supper over when she arrived
there, and Harry and his sister both displeased
with her.
“I thought I to!d you that you had the sup*
per to get!” snapped Mrs. Austin.
“I did not conclude to get it,” said Martha
in return.
The pair looked at her in amazement.
“A wife who neglects her husband’s comfort
is not a good one," said Harry with cold re
proach in his tones.
“I don’t care,” said the young wife who had
not yet learned self-control. “She kept me
here and made me iron until three o’clock, aud
I wasn’t coming home to get supper as soon
as I got out.”
“I intended Mattie should have the day to
herself,” said the man in a reproving tone to
his sister.
“I wasn’t going to do all that great ironing
alone,” she snapped in response.
“You could have left it until to-morrow
then.”
“I don’t put off until to-morrow what should
be done to-day.”
Harry saw that he was getting himself into
a scrape, and wisely concluded to change the
conversation.
“Did you get your silk, dear?” he asked,
wiping the tears from his wife’s face with his
own handkerchief.
•‘Mo—I—didn’t,” she stammered, suddenly
turning red. “I—I—forgot it.”
“That was bad. What did you get in the
bakery to day?”
“The bakery?” she questioned, feeling as
if she would like the floor to open and swallow
her.
"Yes. Why do you repeat my words? I
saw you go in there, and when you came out
you had something in your hands. What was
it?” . v •
“It was a pie,” answered Martha with sud
den desperation.
“Ah! Don’t you have enough to eat at
home?”
“I got it for the children.”
“Could you not have made one?”
“Yes; but Mrs. Austin would not let me.”
“I thought that it was not right for her to
be carrying off your provisions and told her
so,” put in that lady, with a disdainful toss of
the head.
“It isn’t a wise thing for a wife to do, re
turned Harry with a reproachful glance at his
wife. “Still I would rather that she would do
that than to be running about hunting up pro
visions out side for her folks. Did you have
money enough to buy it, my dear, or did you
run in debt?” addressing Martha with the
question.
“I paid for it,” she answered.
“Where did you get the money?”
“You gave it to me this morning.”
“I thought that was for silk.”
“I did not like to tel' you about the pie, and
so—and so—”
“And so you stooped to a lie?”
“You drove me to it!” cried the wife, soh-
bingly wildly.
* I drove you to it?” repeated Harry.
“You and your sister together. I promised
the children something and I had no way to
get it.” .
“Your excuse only makes your sin all the
more apparent. If you want me to love and
trust you, you will have to take a different
course.”
‘I don’t want to do wrong,” said Martha,
still sobbing.
“Perhaps not. I hope this will be a lesson
to you that yon will remember long. Sin al
ways brings its own punishment. This you
will find true in this case, for though you may
try to do right in the future we will never be
able to trust you so implicitly again. I am
grieved—very much grieved that such a thing
should happen, my dear.”
“You make a fool of her by such talk,
Baid Mrs. Austin in no very pleasant tone of
voice. . . . ,, ,
‘I wish to be kind and just, my sister, he
returned blandly. “She is youDg, inexperi
enced and ignorant; we must teach her the
right way. Don’t wait up for me either of
you,” he added. “Business will keep me out
quite late perhaps. Good night, my dear. I
cannot kiss you again untill you have repent
ed of your sin. It is just that you should
be punished.”
Martha heard the door open and close, and
she knew that he was gone; but she did not
raise her eyes for even a glance after the re
ceding form. She felt humbled, guilty and
angry; yes more—she felt wicked. The good
aneels, who watched over children like her,
seemed suddenly to take their flight, leaving
her alone with self and despair. Even pride
deserted her in tfiat hour.
[to be continued.]
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“Never put off till to-morrow what you can
do to-day,” said a mother to her son. “Well,
then, ma, let’s eat the berry pie in the cup
board.”
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CEORCIA.
Meaxsyille.—One of the most recherche
and select parties of the season was the fruit
party given by Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Means, at
their residence on Main streat, Nov. 25th. It
was much enjoyed by all present, and will
long be remembered as the “Crown party.”
The hostess was aided by Mrs. A. R Smith.
Hon. Jonathan Stewart was the guest of J.
L. Alldredge, 22 ad ult.
Miss Etta Williams, of Flovilla, has been
the guest of Mrs. R. M. Williams for the past
two weeks.
One night last week while the family of Mr.
and Mrs. Sam Howell were asleep, their
daughter, Miss Emma, was united in holy wed
lock to Mr. R. Parker.
Mrs. A. R. Smith will open her school 1st
of December at Meansville Academy.
***
Dallas.—Miss Louise Thompson, of Rock-
mart, Ga., in company with her aunt, Mrs.
Chapman, of Atlanta, spent several days with
friends and relatives here this week.
Miss Emma Ledbetter, of Cedartown, is
visiting her brother, Rev. S. B. Ledbetter.
The young folks’ party, given at the resi
dence of Mr. Thomas Griffin, on Tuesday
night the lith inst., was quite a brilliant affair.
Athens.—On the evening <ff the (ith a charm
ing entertainment was givi.jf last evening by
Mrs. H. H. Carlton at her’elegant suburban
home, Cloverhurst, in honor of Miss Emma
Carroll, of Augusta. Clwerhurst is one of
the handsomest hones in (ha State, and not
one in tho State is presided over by a more
charming hostess. It goes without saying
that all who were present had a delightful
time. .
The same evening a large theatre party was
given to his friencs by Mr. Fred Morton. The
guests attended the rendition of Dagmar, by
Louise Balfe, at Daupree Opera House, and
then finished the evening at the hospitable
home of Col. W. I. Morton, on Hull street.
•**
Savannah —On the afternoon of Monday,
Nov. 29th, Mr. Aaron Adams, (of the firm of
Adams & Fleming, commission merchants,)
was married at the residence of the groom's
parents, to Miss Benie M. Hopkins, Rev. J.
M. Rushin performing the ceremony.
The groom is a popular young man and has
a wide circle of friends both in Thomas coun
ty and Savannah. The bride is an orphan and
adopted child of her aunt, Mrs. Hopkins, of
Savannah, and is a charming young lady.
They will make Savannah their home.
St. Andrews’ Society celebrated its 137th
anniversary on the 30th ult., and entertained
its guests at an elaborate dinner at the Pulas
ki House. The society had prepared most
liberally for the occasion, and its guests gath
ered around its hospitable board to honor its
successful existence and to pay tribute to the
noble and commendable motives which
prompted its organization and maintenance.
Savannah was represented by its most honor
ed citizens. They assembled in the banquet
hall and spent the evening in paying tribute
4o the -honored saint, St. to the noble
land which inspired the organization of the
society, and to the land which its members
have adopted.
ALABAMA.
Pleasant Hill.— Thanksgiving day was
well observed by our villagers. The stores
were all closed and the high school waB given
half holiday. At eleven, a. m., pupils, teach
ers and a goodly number of people assembled
in the academy hall and listened to an appro
priate sermon by Mr. Sidney Catts. Every
face seemed to mirror the sentiment of heart
expressed by the Psalmist: “Thou hast been
mindful of us”; “Our lines have fallen in
pleasant places.” The fatted turkey was
killed and served with happiness and good
cheer. The afternoon was ipent by the ladies
in the over pleasant dnty of “calling,” while
the Pleasant Hill shooting club sallied forth in
brilliant array.
Mrs. W. R. Wood, who has hoen visiting
relatives in Montgomery, is at home again.
Mrs. Johnson is on an extended visit to the
family of Mr. J. E. Dent, of Newnan, Ga.
Mrs. Jessie Day is visiting her mother, Mrs.
Butler.
Mrs. Mary Bell, of Gordonville, has been
spending some time wich her fatner, Col: John
Rudulph.
Miss Laura Gully, of Furman, has been the
guest of Miss Flora Belle McKinnon.
The second Sabbath inst. Mr. Dennis, pas
tor in charge of the M. E. church here,
preacned his final sermon. It was character
ized by beauty of expression and religious fer
vor.
The pupils of Pleasant Flfll Academy gave
their third literary mingle on the 18th inst.
It was largely attended and unanimously voted
a perfect success. The programme consisted
of recitations, declamations, essays and ad
dresses, interspersed with vocal and instru
mental music—music on piano, organ and gui
tar, at the close of which mirth and repartee
held high carnival.
Selma.—On the 1st instant Mr. Piromis H.
Bell, a talented young lawyer of Atlanta, was
married to Miss Lucy Lee, of Selma, daughter
of Hon. S. L9e. Mr. Bell has many friends
in our city who join us in wishing for him and
his accomplished lady a long life of happiness
and prosperity.
NORTH CAROLINA.
Greensborougii —Our staid old city is pos
itively on a boom! Now don’t let everybody
hold up their hands in holy doubt and ask
how can an inland town, without great mining
interests, get on a boom? To all such I will
whisper, it is of a matrimonial type and
Church street is about to be upturned by it—
the long-hidden gems there did it! One of her
most notable society young men, Mr. Willie
Bogart, “forsaking all others,” swore undy
ing allegiance to Miss Julia Deming alone, in
the Episcopal church, on the evening of Nov.
30th. The prize thus carried off was one of
Fayetteville’s fairest daughters, and they have
the congratulations and good wishes of hosts
of friends.
But pause a moment and listen to your cor
respondent while she pours into your readers’
too-willing ears, a story akin to a sylvan song
—something that savors of a spice-laden
zephyr from some far awa*' tropical isle. She
has the honor to be the first to announce to
the public the engagement of Mr. William
Stone to Miss Sue Dick, tfio" daughter of our
U. S. District Judge, and certainly one of the
most charming and accomplished girls, and
one of the most briiliaat conversationalists
that society can claim in the State. Her affi
anced is a Boston gentleman of the highest
culture and refinement. Having studied” and
resided abroad a good portion of his life, he is
considered quite a congenial companion tor
so worthy a woman. When the nuptial bells
joyfully riDg out early in the new year, that
the happy “consummation” has “devoutly”
taken place, your readers will perhaps be fa
vored with a glimpse of ambrosial bowers, a
distant echo of mellow wedding hells, or ad
mitted into the labyrinthian deliciousness of
laces and velvets, and who knows what of a
tiip to Canada, extending down to Cuba?
There are numerous other “on dits” in this
line for this hoary-headed old December, but
we have do desire to surfeit you—many little
surprises and pleasure events for which your
columns of Southern Society Notes may be
on the qui vice. “C.”
Fun on the Track.
&aoe Between a Locomotive and a
Deer in South Carolina.
Augusta, Ga., Dec. 11.—Probably the most
exciting race ever seen in this section, was
ran on the Sonth Carolina railroad, a few
evenings ago, and a peculiar race it was.
An engine and train of cars chasing a buck
on the track made the race.
It was a bright moonlight night, in fact, al
most as bright as day. The up Ssuth Caroli
na passenger train had just crossed the Edisto
river bridge, shortly after eight o’clock, when
Engineer Roberts and his fireman spied a large
deer on the track, some three or four hundred
hundred yards ahead. The train moved on,
but the buck stood with head erect, gazing at
the approaching locomotive until it seemed
that the cowcatcher would strike it. At
that moment, with a quick movement, it
wheeled and started off up the track at light
ning speed. The engineer was in for a race,
having a straight track ahead, and quickly
opened his throttle. The ponderous machine
bounded forward and then the race commenced
in earnest. Down the track, at lightning
speed, ran the deer, closely pursued by the
engine, the engineer at the throttle and the
fireman shoveling in coal, both doing their ut
most to outrun the deer.
The conductor and passengers, wondering
at the rapidity of the train, quickly raised the
windows and popped their heads out to see a
sight never witnessed by any one of them be
fore. No one was afraid, but all excited; in
fact, excitement reigned supreme. Ali could
see the beautiful buck ahead and in breathless
anxiety were awaiting the termination of the
race. Men cheered and ladies clapped their
hands, but on, on, like the wind sped the deer,
clearing ten to twelve cross-ties at a bound
and keeping from tweenty to thirty yards
ahead of the swiftly speeding train. The en
gineer and conductor were even ail excite
ment.
But “look! look!” cried every one, “the deer
is losing ground.” True it was. The engine
commenced to gain slowly, but perceptibly,
and in the next half mile the deer was only a
few feet in front, when suddenly it bounded
off the track and into the woods.
The deer was pursued two miles and the
race was probably the most exciting of the
kind ever witnessed.
BOYS & GIRLS’
DEPARTMENT.
About the Pony and Saddle.
The boys and girls who are
working for the pony must state
that fact in each report they send
in, so we may be able to keep a
correct list of the subscribers se
cured by each.
Remember, too, that every sub
scriber must be for one year in
advance. Subscriptions for a
shorter time will not count nor
will the subscriber be entitled to
a ticket in the box.
PENNSYLVANIA’S HIGH LI
CENSE.
A Great Mumber.’of Dealers Coing Out
of Business
Philadelphia, Dec , 11.—The new high li
cense law, passed oy the last legislature prom
ises to drive out of the liquor business, not
only those who cannot afford to pay the §500
license fee, but also manj wealthy dealers,
who will find it impossible to secure necessa
ry laws governing the sale of liquor. In at
taching their names to a bond surities also
give power of attorney to the district attor
ney to confess judgment in the sum named
for the recovery of all damages, cost, fines and
penalties, etc., bondsmen to become responsi
ble for their faithful compliance with the law.
Up to the close of business yesterday only
three hundred and fifty applications for li
cense for the next year had been filed with
the clerk of the court of quarter sessions.
This is considered a small number, in view of
the fact that there are about six thousand sa
loons in the city. Dealers are experiencing
no end of trouble in obtaining two bondsmen
who are willing to take upon themselves the
responsibility attached to those who become
sureties for tavern keepers. Such bondsmen
will each become responsible in the sum of
$2,000 for the payment of all fines, penalties
or damages that may be levied upon the dealer
for any violation of law.
L’Enfant Terrible.
A story is told of the daughter of a promi
nent person now in the lecture field which is
peculiarly suggestive of unconscious wisdom.
A gentleman was invited to the lecturer’s house
to tea. Immediately on being sealed at the
table the little girl astonished the family cir
cle and the guest by the abrupt question,
“Where is your wife?” Now the gentleman
having been recently separated from the part
ner of his life, was taken so completely by sur
prise that he stammered forth the truth, “I
don’t know.” “Don’t know,” replied the in
fant terrible; “why don’t you know?” Find
ing that the child persisted in her interrogato
ry, despite the mild reproof of her parents, he
concladed to make a clean breast of the mat
ter, and have it over at once. So he said,
with a calmness which was the result of a
volley of inward expletives. “Well, we don’t
live together. We think as we can’t agree we
had better not.” He stifled a groan as the
child began again, and darted an exasperated
look at her parents. But the little torment
would not be quieted till she exclaimed:
“Can’t agree! Tnen why don’t you fight it
out as pa and ma do? ” “Vengeance is mine,”
laughingly retorted the visitor, after “pa” and
“ma” exchanged looks of holy horror, follow
ed by the inevitable roar.
THE LAND BOOH.
Prices Way up Among the Stars -The
Dangers to be Avoided.
The wonderful land boom of the past year
has excited very general attention.
It has not been confined to any one locality,
for, as ChauDcey M. Depew said, after a visit
to the west, “At nearly every one of the trade
centres we visited, we found extravagant and
untenable views of prospective real estate val
ues.”
Of course the vast army of men engaged, in
one way or another of these enterprises, were
loth to believe their views either extravagant
or untenable. Both they and Depew are right
to a certain extent.
Land values have rapidly and permanently
increased in this country in the last fifty years.
This is especially noticeable in the “jumping”
west, along the lines of new railroads.
Thousands of new cities have sprung up,
with a growth perfectly astonishing, and great
fortunes have been made iu real estate.
Land values must continue to increase gen
erally, because the available area of laud iu
the country is now so small as to render inevi
table its entire absorption in a few years.
One hundred years from now, at the present
rate of increase, our population will be 400 to
the square mile—twice as many as in the larg
est European nations.
To be a safe speculator, it is necessary to
study cause and effect, as the proprietors of
Warner’s safe cure did in preparing their
remedy. Its success is great because it reach
es the cause of disease. Every drop of blood
coursing through the system passes through
the kidneys. If they are in sound working
order, the blood is purified; if deranged, pois
on, that should be eliminated, is carried
through the blood channels to every part of
the system. The poison attacks the weak
points, and so come the long list of resulting
ailments. Remedy the cause, put the purify
ing organs in health, and the whole system
becomes healthy.
There must be a solid basis for a land boom,
however, or it will inevitably result in a crash,
entailing great losses and subsequent injurious
depression.
Two thousand dollars per front foot for
land in some cities might be a judicious in
vestment, in others, very indiscreet. It is
wise to make investments of a character indi
cating a permanent, if slower, growth and
increase of value.
Dr. Pierce’s “Pleasant Purgative Pellets”
cleans and purify the blood and relieve ihe
digestive organs.
Anti-Prohibition Prohibiting.
[From the Rome Bulletin.]
While anti-prohibitionists urge against pro
hibition that it does not prohibit, our Col.
G. J. Briant, a prominent saloonist in Rome,
went down to Atlanta the other day since that
city went wet to look him out a situation and
refuge from prohibition Floyd, where he could
still engage in the whisky traffic, but he finds
that since the election he could not rent a store
for less than $2,000 or $2,400; that was too
much of a prohibition for him, and he has
turned his attention to Chattanooga. Whisky
rents in Atlanta were too much for the Colo
nel. They prohibited him and sent him kiting.
Whose chickens have come home to roost?
When all so called remedies fail, Dr. Sage’s
Catarrh Remedy cares.
Hello, Unde Punch: Bow’s jour fat? I haven’t
seen you since ilie woods were on fire. I have been
Irving to fee you for a long time In order to get per
mission to call on your interesting family. I hope
that you will not object, for I am not going to be as
had as when we used logo 'possum hunting togeth
er, as I am a reformed hoy to some exteit, but I
had best stop, or will give you away to vour better-
ha:! and my best friend, Aunt Judy. Excuse me
jusi one moment, X see some of the girls now.
Why, hello Dearie, bless your sweet little soul,
bow you have grown since I last saw you.
Why, Cecil, how are you getting on; as beautiful
as ever. You will, nay already, have every one in
love with ycu.
And there is Bonnie Sweet Bessie, my little pet.
I always did love sweet things—does any one blame
no ?
An, there! Ruby Lynn, how do yon do?
Dream, ar'nt you going to extend your band In
welcome to me?
Left. I see you haven’t got left yet.
Sea Breeze, why are you so cold? It seems that
you are not appreciated now as much as In summer.
Patsy, how’s your good health ?
Oh, girls! I feel like giving eacn one of yon a kiss,
but promised the old man'bat I would be a good
boy, but just wait until I am here a little longer,
and I’ll show him about that sort of thing, but don’t
glv» me awav. now.
Oil Little Darling, emit pinching me—don’t be so
cruel o ailmals.
By the way, which one of you was throwing k—s
and waving your handkerchief at those boys, yes
terday ? I beard all about It.
There comes some of the boys. How de do. Monk ?
How has the world been treating you, old boy?
Mountaineer, we will have to be good friends and
stick close together on account of our extreme bash
fulness. What say you?
Cnarlie Cbeitnnt, your name suits you well. I bet
you are a genuine (old) chestnut.
A Q le, shake! now are you? Don’t let Peck's
Bad Boy slip In on me, he might give me a grand
Hermit, how long has It been since you saw day
liphi?
Now, my worst enemy Is the trash box. Oh. de
liver me from such a monster. If you are deter
mined to put me to death, burn me, choke me,
lynch me, shoot, cat, or knock me in tne bead, but
oo not put me wiih the trash. And the next ques
tion is wbat shall 1 call myself. Oh! I can’t make
up u-y mind, it is such a terrible last. Can’t some
one suggest some suitable nom de plume for such
a block head. Well, I see that non*. ot you will do
It and I don’t care. I will just caM my self
Clarence Eugene.
I love a low, sweet voice In woman,
It brlDgs a balm to heart and ear;
It can more readily snbdue man
Than eyes, however brightly clear.
The low. sweet voice speaks rarer, truer
Than all of beauty’s charms combined;
To hear well yon must come close to her—
Another charm In mat I find.
Xmas Is coming! So let’s hurry up and get Aun
tie’s present ready for her. Let all of the cousins
"cast in their mite,” and we can make Auntie a nice
pllt. Bend contributions to Miss Lillie M. Brice.
64 Cone street, Atlanta, G a., and send right au ay
iu orner to bave yonr names accompany me gift—
send postal note If convenient. Miss Bulce Is a
Letter Boxer, and she will take good care that the
present will be a nice one. “Si-nd one, send all.”
Left, your verses were superb—a genuine treat;
and have you really a cage In readiness lor—a Star
ling?
No, Pearl, you are not “the pearl cast before me
swine,” bnl a Pearl ot great price.
We are having a series ol rainy, gloomy days
now, Do wish it would clear up—I wanter see the
son.
a Que, yonr letters are too cute. I’ve dipped
9eveiai of them for my scrap-book. Are you still
In the capital city? If you’ll keep a “sharp look
out” during Xmas holidays, you’li see two “sporting
lasses” sailing down the grand Alabama In our
“light canoe,” for we are bound for a "Boating ex
pedition.”
How prond It makes ns feel to bave Mnsa Dnnn
watching ns I I was really amused at her descrip
tion of the Texas fair.
Minnehaha where art thou? Why so silent.
Goldie Ashburn, my heart re echoes me sound
when you call “RosalindI Rosalind 1” I once
thought she would be too “Noble” to desert ns—
unchanged In all except her name. Bat alas, fer
human hopes! She treats us with silent contempt.
Dream, with your permission I clipped your flow-
ery communication in me last Sunny South.
Wishing Aunt Jody and all the cousins a merry,
merry Ubrlstmas and a happy New Year, I am lov
ingly. Starling.
P. 8.—Don’t forget to forward at once contribu
tions for Aunties gilt. S.
Aunt Judy: May I crowd over in mis corner,
Teio-a-tete and Dearie will share their seat with
me I feel sure, and chat with yon a wee bit this
morning?
I saw in the Qolz Column not long ago a query
from Reader of RoDelm, Li., and 1 wish to say that
the editor was mistaken m his reply. “Klldee” has
been published in me Seaside form (pocaet edition)
and will be ordered. I suppose, by any book seller.
Bonnie Violet, Charlie Chestnut and Creole Boy,
we are pleased to have you with us. Come often.
The Greek God, I do not live In your beautifi—
Rock City, but just nineteen miles Boutb of It in a
aear, pretty, Uttle town. I bave some dear friends
mere though.
Hypocrite, why choose snch a nom?
Anna Greer, where are you?
0:d Maid, of the H., here’s a kiss for yon. I love
good old maids and I am sure you are one.
Tete-a-tete, I will be pleased to com spond with
you. My address, I suppose, can be obtained from
Aunt Judy.
I. B. B., yonr letter was very interesting. But, I.
B. B., I cannot agree In all yon say about dancing.
I do think it wrong, especially the round dances.
Young ladies allow young gentlemen privileges
mat under other circumstances would be consider
ed Improper. It Is said that in ancient times the
sexes danced separately. If snch were the case
now dancing would soon go out of fashion. We
sbonld not allow ourselves to do anytblng that we
would rot be willing to be found doing when the
Fatner calls us, and surely none of us would like
to he called from me ball-room l
Wbo will agree with me? I feel sore Uncle Punch
will; if for no other reason man because he is too
old to dance.
Blanch, have you enough stamps yet? If not, I
bave more for you.
Au revolrl Cecil.
Dear Cousins:
“It Is dark (for It is night) and dreary;
It rains, and I am heartbroken and weary.”
Mo I come to yon, L B., for consolation, although
you did not tender me a welcome on my first visit.
But ju«t rest assured I am not In me mast put out
by It. Taerenow!
Ctarlie Chestnut, you seem to be quite a beau
among the girl Letter Boxers, and so X suppose I
must follow suit and solicit you lor my “pardner”
for the next one of ifij “fellows.” Won’t you be
hlnf ? Ycu will be the only one I nave now, tor my
last od» Uas given me the “go-by’ for not going to
see somebody with him. But ("Chestnut”) I was
reading one of your letters lo tne cousins, and so
did not care to go Ah, roe, "A confession Is good
for ihe soul ” Now, do pray write to me. My ad
dress Is at Anntt-’s.
Bonnie Sweet Bessie, you write Heavenly letters.
I enjoy mem so much I Write often, won’t you? I
agree with you and Starling about giving our dear,
beloved Aunt Judy an Xmas gift.
Left, sou are quite a poet. Keep on; “you will
get mere bye ana bye.” I mean to be a famous
poet. Am sorry you were disappointed la not get
ting to see your sweetheart duriug the Fair.
Bessie Connerly, you write a v-ry Interesting let-
'<*r. Would like to get better acquainted with you.
Would you mind writing to me? if not, you can get
mv address (rom Aunt Judy.
Patsy, I will welcome you thrice to our happy
band.
With armfuls of love and a bushel of kisses to the
cousins, 1 am a girl with
My cheeks as red as a red rose,
My hair a Beautiful brown,
And I bave changed iny
Horn de plume to
Thalia.
The Sunny South
FEMALE SEMIMKY,
ATLMTA, CEORCIA.
FACULTY:
W. B. SEALS, A. M., Fesident,
Professor of Natural and Moral Scienooa.
Prof. GEO. C. LOONEY, A. M.,
Chair of Mathematics and Astronomy,
Mrs. C. D. CRAWLEY, M. A,
Chair of English Literature.
Mlle. VICTORIA KONTZ,
Chair of Ancient and Modern Language*.
Mrs. L. n. SEALS,
Principal of Preparatory Department,
Prof. W. F. SEALS,
Director of Music. Voice Culture.
Madam VON DER HOYA SCHULTZE,
Piano and Organ.
Prof. W. F. CLARK,
Violin and Comet.
Prof. Wm. LYCETTE,
Art Department.
Prof. A. C. BRISCOE,
Stenography.
Miss JENNIE RUSHING,
Telegraphy.
FOREMAN OF “SUNNY SOUTH” OFFICE,
Teacher of Type Setting. ’
Miss LILY MAY DANFORTH,
Calligraphy.
Mrs. W. F. SEALS,
Supt. Boarding Department.
Mrs. GEO. C. LOONEY,
Matron.
The departments are well nigh fnll, and an earlf
application is Important to secure a goo. place for
me next term.
Our object Is to meet, as far as practicable, a long-
f. It want In the South, viz: a thorough literary and
practical business education for females.
Every member of our faculty Is an experienced ed
ucator. All are acknowledged to stand abreast with
me best teachers of the State, in their respective
departments, while some enjoy even a national rep
utation.
Anyone haying girls to educate Is respectfully re
ferred to the State at large for character, scholar
ship and management.
new features.
With a view to making our course of study emi
nently practical, Telegraphy, Calligraphy, Phonogra
phy, Book-keeping and lyi-e-setting, or Journalism,
will be introduced as specia departments. A grad
ate of this school takes along with her a profession
adapted to her sex, and which fits her to enter at
once upon an active business life. In no other
school in me South will she find these advantages.
ATLANTA AS A LOCATION.
Of all points in the South, not one combines so
many of the essentials for a school of me ohaiactsc
proposed, as Atlanta.
It is 1160 feet above sea level.
It is blest with pure water and good air.
It is healthy.
It has never been visited by an epidemic of any
kind.
It is ont of the range of storms and cyclones.
It is the capital of the State, where pupils can see
and hear all the celebrities of the day-
It is a progressive city, where everything new in
science and art is sure to come.
It is a city of churches, and is without a peer In
the observance of the Sabbath.
Its people are cultivated and refined, and Its mo
rality is phenomenal.
It is me music center of me South, and ita very aly
is ladened with music.
It is convenient, being a railroad center.
GENEBAL INFORMATION.
This school is not denominational. Boarding pu
pils will attend the church specified by their parents.
The number of pupils will be limited to sixty, and
in no event will more man that number be received
Tuition must be paid monthly in advanoe, and no
deduction will be made except in cases of sloknssa
protracted beyond two weeks. Ah experienced house
keeper will take charge of the boarding department,
and a skillful physician will look after me health of
the pupils.
The daily sessions will be six hours, beginning In
the morning at eight o’clock, and dismissing at 1:30
in the afternoon, with two hours' intermission at
noon and two recesses. We do not like the one ses
sion plan, as now taught in our popular schools.
The government of me school will be humans, but
firm.
UNIFORM.
In order to prevent extravagance, a uniform to be
worn by the pupils to church or on the street has
been adopted, which will be made known to any one
W. B. SEALS. President.
My Dear A untie: Here lam again, and please
do not cast mo beneath your notice imo that fatal
“scrappy” w. b. Auntie. I have come to defend my
self. IJust think It Is an awful shame because I’m
little, for one of the cousins to call me a flirt.
Ah! Mernelle, thou false accuser!
Cousins, don’t you think It’s wrong, awfully
wruDg? I am not the least bit of a flirt, and I love
all of me cousins, too.
Mernelle, you must remember that Charlie Chest
nut is my "cos.” and i can like him if I want to—
with his permission. But I don't think I will ever
write an< more letters if they souod flirty.
Bonnie S a. ano Red Head. I always love to read
your letters, and in reality 1 love to read all of tho
boys and girls’ letters.
Ivy Evergreen, of the H maehold. wto are yon?
I used to visit your lltne city qnite often, but I
didn’t leave my heait with it. fl. M. Do you know
MissM. L ?
I thank yon, Auntie, for being so kind as to pub
lish my little unfavorable letter, and kiss my bead
to all of the cousins and slip out Into that high snow
bank where I belong, and no one win ever hear auy
more from Little Snowdrop.
Dear'Aunt Judy and (ousins: With ffear and
trembling I am penning mis. my first request for
s dmlttaoce wltnin me charmed and charming circle
of Letter Boxers.
The said fear aud trembling is caused by a vision
of mat same "monstrous aooarltion” which seems
to have so appalled “The Greek God,” and which
“Creole Boy” so appropriately nestgnates “that
thriving demon!” onould this effusion, however,
escape Its capacious maw, then who will bid me
welcome? I thick the dear “Sunny South” Is so
delicious, and especially that corner devoted to my
beloved auntie and Cousins. Tnat calamity (?)
creaded by “Donahue” has occurred; I have
already tell—but there, I mustn’t say too much in
my fltst attempt—so, again, who will welcome
Bannockburn?
M\j Dear Aunt Judy and Cousins: This Is the
first lime I have a.tempted to wrue to you lam
twelve years old and have brown eyes and dark
hair. Am rather small lor the cousins to write to.
I like all the cousins very much.
Papa takes many papers, but me Sunny South
is mv favt rite. I like te read the letters ol the near
cousins.
WeU, I will close for fear my letter will go In me
waste basket. Will some one welcome
Little Nellie?
Fitten Building, Atlanta, Ga. Most practical College
South. Best course at least cost. Send for catalogue.
Mention the Bunny South. (62fi-2m
Republic of Texas--Land
Grants.
We have an abstract ol every valid grant, certifi
cate, and patent ever Issued by Spain, Mexico, tbe
Ei public or State of Texas. Correspondence has
also been opened with reliable attorneys in every
coart district of Texas.
Soldiers of me Texan Revolution (1835-1837) were
entitled to grants ol bounty land rauging trom 320
to 1,920 acits, and Immigrants from 320 to 4 605
acres.
Parties whose relatives emigrated to Texas In
early times or who were soldiers in her army In tbe
war of Independence (1835-'37) may find It to their
Interest to communicate with us.
CBEECH & CO.
Mahler Building, Raleigh, N. C.
630—2t
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for four cuoice I
nieces- music.I
Regular price, $1 85.
Pres. Cleveland s March, Portrait, Schlelfarth, 40 c.
Gen. Boulanger’s March, Great hit, Rosewig, 35 c.
Sweetheart Waltzes. Gtpsv Baron, - - Strauss, 75 c.
Call Me Back Soho-ttsue. Very popular, Fisher. 35 c.
Catalogue ol 2 I 53 pieces | O c int music maned
b. S. R. HUYExT, St. Joseph, Mo.
SEA SHELLS! 1
Do you want a collection of rare and beautiful
shells, no two alike, at one cent each postpaid?
These are me smaller shells. Remit by P. O. money
order, money or stamps. Register If money or
stamps over one dollar.
If large shells are wanted, or over two ponnds
weight, they will be sent by express at purchaser's
expense. Address
FLORIDA CURIOSITY CO.,
621-3 m St. James, Fla.
Old Pictures Copied and Enlarged
Agents wanted In every town and connty In ma
South. Bead for terms and olrcolars. If yon can
not take an agency get oar retail prices and sand
pictures dlrectto us, they will be dona promptly and
in best style. Address SOUTHERN COPYING OO.,
No. e Marietta street, Atlanta. Ga. 282-tf
ORPHAN CIRL& WANTED.
Six bright orphan gir s. from 12 o 15 years of age,
wanted o learn the book publishing business Most
read and write well. Permanent homes aud all ex
penses secured. Best of references as t j family and
character required. Address in own handwriting,
bOOl PUBLISHER.
Care SUsny South.
630-tf Atlauta, Ga.
ENGLAND AND FRANCE.
In addition to oar home practice, legal bnslnen
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nal property. To effectuate the above purpose wn
have formed business connections with responsible
and efficient lawyers in London and Paris.
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No. 8 S. Broad Street. Atlanta, Ga.
583-tf
Grand Holiday Excursion,
DECEMBER 21,22 and 23, ’87,
FROM
Arkansas and Texas
TO
Alabama, Georgia, and the
Carolinas.
ONE FARE ROUND TRIP.
7^=*See that your tickets read via Birming
ham, Ala., and the Georgia Pacific Railway.
For full particulars, address
ALEX. S. THWEATT,
Gen. Excursion Agent,
Grand Windsor Hotel,
Dallas, Texas.